We three kings of Orient are,bearing gifts we traverse afar.Field and fountain, moor and mountain,following yonder star.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plain.Gold I bring to crown Him again.King forever, ceasing never,over us all to reign.Oh, oh,

star of wonder, star of night,star with royal beauty bright.Westward leading, still proceeding,guide us to thy perfect light.Frankincense to offer, have I.

Incense owns a Deity nigh.Prayer and praising, voices raising,worshiping God on high.Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfumebreathes a life of gathering gloom.Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,sealed in the stone-cold tomb.Oh, oh,

star of wonder, star of night,star with royal beauty bright.Westward leading, still proceeding,guide us to thy perfect light.Glorious, now behold Him arise.

King, and God, and Sacrifice.Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!""Hallelujah," the Earth replies.We three kings of Orient are,bearing gifts we traverse afar.

Field and fountain, moor and mountain,following yonder star.We three kings of Orient are,following yonder star.We three kings of Orient are,following yonder star.We three kings of Orient are,following yonder star.